Empty spot at the foot of my bed.
Scraps of meat thrown in the trash.
Two tin bowls put up on the shelf.
No barking when there is knock on the door.
No using my phone at night when it is dark at night to make sure I don’t step on a tail.
A patch of yard covered in dirt rather than grass.
A collar sitting on the table.
Hannah was the best dog I could have ever asked for. There is way too much to say about her. I will miss her so much. A little bit of my heart was cut when I pet her in the car on the way to the vet. When I held her down as they put her to sleep. When I sang the song Josiah and I used to sing to her when we were little. When I helped dig the hole. When I picked up her body and kissed her head. When I looked at the photos of us when we were little. She was the first living thing I loved to die. This may be dramatic. But you know. Its a big deal to me. I have been trying not to cry for three days. I mean I have been crying. But when I haven’t its not because there were no tears. I love you Hannah Girl. And I don’t care what anyone says. I want to believe that I will see you in heaven. So I do.